UNEXPRESSED
by Priyanka Tungana - India
It was one of those rare windy evenings in the cluttered cityscapeDriving at a sixty and I wish I could just escapeA series of showrooms passing by, brightened up the streetsAnd the bustling of the footpaths never seemed to cease
There is just so much of noise all aroundTraffic, radio and all that jazzWhere is the music that my heart used to sing ?A weird sense of joy those notes used to bring
In the heart of the city I’m consumed by my own thoughtsExtricating myself from the besotted society's knotsI zoom out a bit and see a glimpse of what’s soon gonna beI’ll be a changed person, stranger than the reality
And this life would also NOT be the same againHow I would miss you and the good times that just wentOcean of golden moments – each one alluring meMelting my heart and setting my soul free
I think of your smile and the voices of our laughterThinking of togetherness and those promises ever afterMemories are vanishing in the air like a sparkling smokeThis helplessness of not meeting you ever... I’m unable to revoke
Being far doesn’t mean my love and cravings are fewI think of calling and letting you know how much I miss youBut the brief conversation won’t be able to express of what I really feelSometimes a million words fall short of what we really need
Easier is to tell you of what I hear and seeUnspoken remains the true feeling I carry along with meOnly the superficial fake emotions - we're able to confessBut deep down the genuine ones …remain unexpressed!
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